All posts for the month February, 2015

I very seldom get pissed off enough at a person to let them have it, but I did yesterday morning in the parking lot of The Dollar Tree Store in Covington, Kentucky. He was going into the store and I was coming out.

He lives over here in Covington and considers himself a writer. Despite the fact I’ve known him for probably 9 or 10 years, I’ve never seen any of his work. He also considers himself my friend. Probably not after yesterday.

“I’m still reading you in CityBeat sometimes,” he said.

“Well, thank you,” I replied.

He smiled and said, “I could write circles around you.”

Oh. My. Wrong thing to say at the wrong time. I stared at the jackass for a couple seconds.

“Really?” I said, feeling my blood pressure rise. “I don’t see you doing it. I mean, I write every damn day trying to measure up to your expectations so maybe you can write circles around me. Odd thing is, you never do. You never write anything.”

He just looked at me, then he started to go into the Dollar Tree Store.

“All you do is talk,” I said. “Talking is a lot easier than putting together a real sentence.”

As he went into the store, I called out, “Write to me next time instead of just talking. Write!”

Am I sorry about what I said? Oh, hell no. I walked home feeling happy with myself. Yes I did.

About once a month, at the Kroger on Madison Avenue in Covington, Kentucky, I’ll pick up an eight pound bag of Jumbo Russet Potatoes. That bag of potatoes will last me the whole month.

I never do anything else with those potatoes except bake them. I heat up the oven to 450 degrees and bake three or four of them for about an hour and a half.

Before I put them in the oven, I prick each one with a fork—prick each one about 60 times. Seriously. Don’t tell me that’s overkill because I’ll keep doing it anyway.

I wrap each Jumbo Russet Potato in aluminum foil. Friends have suggested to me other ways to bake these potatoes. I politely nod my head when they give me their ideas. Don’t ask me what they are because I’m not really listening. I like baking my potatoes in aluminum foil. I have no intention of changing that.

When the potatoes are finished baking, I’ll usually eat one, then put what’s left in the refrigerator to eat later. When I’m hungry for one, I’ll stick it in the microwave for a couple minutes—less aluminum foil, of course.

I like sour cream on baked potatoes but I normally don’t have it in my refrigerator. I usually just have the potato with salt and pepper and Blue Bonnet Margarine.

A lot of the time when I’m eating a Jumbo Russet Potato, I think of my father. He loved baked potatoes. I like them too, but not as much as he did.

Knowing Bill O’Reilly—well, actually, I don’t know him personally at all and I’m kind of glad I don’t—he probably did exaggerate his reporting about theFalklands War. If I had to make a guess, Bill probably wasn’t reporting from an active war zone when he was there. He was, more than likely, phoning it in while drinking coffee at Starbucks.

Oh, I don’t really know that and I don’t really care. Why? Bill O’Reilly works for Fox News and nobody there would know the truth if it slapped them in the face. The guy has no credibility with me whatsoever.

Let me repeat: when it comes to Bill O’Reilly and the Falklands War reporting, I don’t care. Let me put it another way: I don’t give a rat’s ass.

The title of this post is a question because I don’t know. Lauren Duca at The Huffington Post wrote a fairly long article about Lady Gaga and I’m going to share it right here.

I like a lot of Lady Gaga’s songs (does that surprise you?), but I never think about how popular she is or being a star. Do you? Is Lady Gaga still a star in your eyes? Let’s make it a question of the week.

The article Duca wrote also suggests Madonna may finally be on the way out. Really? I didn’t know she was still in.

Oh well, its lightweight reading for sure. I’m calling today lightweight Monday. I’ll be back here on hump day Wednesday.

I say this a lot and I know for a fact that I’ve said it here more than a few times.

Once you get past February, March is always a mixed bag when it comes to the weather—but winter is just about over.

Of course, we’re not past February yet, are we?

The latest snowstorm caught me by surprise. Once I found out the weather was going to turn to shit again, I started to take inventory of my food provisions. I was fine on everything except for one item: butter. Well, margarine actually. I still call margarine butter. Old habits die hard, don’t you know.

I had a friend visiting me on Friday night and I asked for a favor. I didn’t feel like walking down to the corner of happy and healthy (Walgreens/Covington, KY), so this friend drove me there. I picked up some Blue Bonnet Butter Margarine. Of course I paid too much for it, but at the time, I considered it emergency butter margarine. I picked up a few other items too, just for the hell of it.

Now, I got up Saturday morning as well as this morning feeling kind of OK with the winter weather. We’re not getting this blast in December or January. It’s February and you know my feelings on that.

I’ll be straight up about this. I like bacon. I don’t eat a much of it because it’s not good for me, but I like it.

Having said that, I’m not obsessed with bacon like a lot of people in America are. You know that’s true. You can’t turn your head from that.

You probably can’t or won’t turn your head from this either. I’m talking about a bacon-wrapped pizza from Little Caesars. Click here to read all about it.

Really? A bacon-wrapped pizza? Really??? How in the hell would you even pick up a slice without getting your hands all messy with grease?

I did a Google search to see if there is a Little Caesars here in Covington, Kentucky. There is—straight up on Madison Avenue. They will have that bacon-wrapped pizza starting next week.

It’s a limited time pizza. It ends in April. I’m thinking Little Caesars knows most of their customers will be dead by that time from eating all that bacon on their pizza. It would no longer make sense to keep it on the menu.

Jimmy Fallon has been hosting “The Tonight Show” for a year now and I came across an article about that. It’s a posting from “The Today Show” writing about how Fallon has changed late night programming for the better. I pretty much agree with what they say. You can click hereto read it.

In the beginning, I got tired of all the game segments on the show, but over these last few months, those segments have grown on me. You see, it’s just Jimmy having fun.

Now I love good old David Letterman and I loved Johnny Carson too—but let’s face it. So much of the time they seem or seemed bored.

It’s actually quite difficult for Dave to fake not being that way. Carson would actually roll his eyes at some of his guests.

This doesn’t apply to Jimmy Fallon. You can tell he’s having fun and that’s why he’s becoming king of late night television. That’s sometime I never thought I would say that but it’s just the truth and he’s got the viewers to back that up.

I sometimes wonder why Conan O’Brien didn’t work out on “The Tonight Show.” Conan has a lot of talent, but he wasn’t always having fun either. Same thing applies on his current show on TBS.

Viewers like “fun” when watching late night. That’s my view and I’m sticking to it.